Castle of Loch Ness

[Bloodedge]

In response to the use of his 'professional' voice as Arthur would have called it properly, Guinevere took pause. Oh? It must have been quite effective for her to do that, only to spit out an eventual 'uh-huh' as response. "Of course I have one. I told you what sort of things I was raised to do. Do you like it?" he asked, shifting to that same tone of voice again. Frankly, Arthur found it easier to do that than he did being a regular person. He should work on finding the middle ground between his training and real personality, making use of one without erasing the other for the moment. "And what sort of intent? Who knows; maybe I'm using it with intent now~" It seemed Guinevere was at least interested in taking a caravan led by Sir Dagonet. As for where it was going, Arthur had a vague memory of the country mentioned by the jester. What was it again? Something starting with... "Uhh, it's going to... Ma... Mo... Mu... Mauroni? Sir Dagonet mentioned there being only one viable place to go, but that he would like to make the trip for his own reasons as well."

While Elyan was effectively molesting the ears of Emilia, the latter moved closer for reasons unclear. She mentioned again that it was a pleasant feeling after a surprising amount of direct eye-contact was made between them. Alas, that locked gaze was not fated to last. Emilia's eyes lowered, leaving Elyan curious once more. Nevertheless, there was still a clause to respond to. "Yes, you've said that already. Why else would I still be doing it?" he asked, almost scoffing. His fingers had yet to stop moving. Over time, he seemed to be massaging an elven pair of ears as if he'd never encountered a pair before. What was she looking at though? Was there something in his teeth? Whatever it was, the lass seemed rather spaced-out. At least that was better than turning brilliant crimson and running off with a covered face.

The meeting of Merlins was only just getting started. Merlyn's clone received what she requested, and in exchange, Merlin finally experienced the real feeling of sexual relief for the first time in countless years. "Subarashii~♪" he sang. The feeling was more incredible than he remembered, and the sight was one worth remembering for ages to come. In wake of her lips being licked, Merlin was grinning from ear to ear, rubbing a bit of residue right back onto her bottom lip from the tip of his member. "I warned you, Koko," he affirmed about what he'd done to her. It was dangerous business, coitus with an incubus. They were in his own personal jail, which effectively functioned as his own little playpen. Nowhere was he more powerful, nor more limited in his access to everything... though the latter was far less true now. "I gave you a taste. Don't tell me you didn't like it~♥"

How could Merlyn let Cador stop this? To put it simply, she couldn't... or rather, shouldn't, according to Sir Cador himself. Merlyn was free to take as she pleased, so long as he had more to give. She was indeed addictive, not at all contrary to belief. Cador, however, had a very powerful will. He allowed himself to indulge in things that weren't dangerous whenever scheduling permitted, and for now, his schedule was free. He could continue playing around with the sorceress until the cows came home, sleep the rest of the day away, and wake up to do the same again at this rate. His watch would technically suffer, but... someone was always looking to take over for him anyway. One leg lifted onto Cador's shoulder was met by the hook of an arm, both to hold it in place and to let the man have a bit more leverage. He leaned against that leg just a bit. More depth felt something like a command being implanted in his head. Cador was more than willing to answer. In feeling the only barrier that could manage to halt his forward progress even for a moment, he felt something else joining the verbalization of Merlyn's desire. "Ho─ Is that all? You didn't even have to say that. I can tell~" the knight claimed as he thrusted once more, depositing his fluids in a way that would normally be expected to impregnate. He probably should have questioned the ability of a succubus to conceive, but... he really didn't care in the heat of the moment.

[Apollymi]

Of course, Arthur claimed. Knowing what he was raised to do, she should have figured he had some sort of sexy man voice. Did she like it? Well the short answer was yes. "I don't dislike it..." she said in a mild form of confirmation. One could never be too careful with what they chose to reveal to the spy types, she knew this. It seemed he was curious about the sort of intent he should be using his voice with, and claimed he might have been doing so now. "Well, you could be using intent right now. But what kind of intent are you using... as for the one I thought of... I don't think I'm sharing. You have your clever moments, I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually~" she said with a light hint of flirtation. Of course, she liked the voice, and of course he could and should use it on her if he wanted a specific sort of attention. Moving on, there was the matter of the country they would be visiting, Arthur stumbled over the name messing it up in the process which caused a chuckle from Guinevere. "You mean Maurenia? That place is great. I understand why Sir Dagonet wishes to visit. It is a safe haven for mages and sorcerers. I studied there..." she said with a smile coming back from good memories. "The Queen is one of the most respectable women I've ever met. Definitely in my top three," Guinevere said. She'd not been to that place five years. She'd studied there for two years, completing her course early and returning home.

Emilia had moved closer if only because she wished to be closer. And a shared moment of eye contact was enough to make sure she didn't want to pull away. He was still rubbing at her ears, claiming that he knew by her previous statement that it felt nice and that was why he was continuing the activity. Elyan was always nice and diligent but this was a bit extreme. It made Emilia wonder if he truly liked touching her like this. Another small moan escaped her before she could answer and she could feel blood rushing to places in her body that definitely didn't need the attention. "Well... the only other valid reason I could think of is because you want to... that'd be fine too," Emilia's answer was fairly earnest and she couldn't really help it. Still, the curiosity surrounding Elyan's mouth was killing her. Perhaps it would be better to ask, instead of staring. Maybe the staring was the odd part and not the question, "El, I'm curious... is your mouth cold too?" she asked as the fingers that gently traced his jaw were drawn down to his chin. Was it weird she wanted to kiss him to find out? Was she odd for wanting to? There were so many questions but still she couldn't bring herself to pull away. No... that feeling was the sort she felt like could potentially be better as well.

Merlin was happy, and inside Merlyn's clone was happy for him. She knew what it was to be lonely and didn't envy him not having the sensations to go along with his desires. Regardless of everything else, she definitely would never mistreat her brother. Of course, his excitement came with a certain amount of conceit. He rubbed his tip against her lip after claiming he'd warned her. "That... doesn't seem like it should be so effective..." she murmured. But even here and now she was licking her lips once more desiring more than just one taste, in more than just one way. Her appetites were wetted already, she couldn't really say no to more attention. "I won't tell you that I didn't like it... I did, but if it's just a taste it's not really worth it," ah, there it was. She wanted more than just the taste she now had something closer to a burning desire. The only thing that kept her from immediately trying to initiate another sex act was her force of will. Though that was admittedly, being channeled into strange movements of her legs. "You're offering more right?"

Cador was working now, that moved leg of Merlyn's would soon be hooked in place and Merlyn herself would let out a delighted squeal. The depth reached now was something she could well and truly feel and she enjoyed every bit of it. No longer was she partaking in a tamed exploration, instead she was being battered. Oh, but she liked this too, it'd been more than a thousand years since she'd allowed such a sensation to overtake her. Moreover Sir Cador still had banter for her, which was a happy return to normal, though she was nowhere near done with her desirous feeding. "Oh? The Spirit Knight told me to let him know what I liked, I was simply delivering the message requested~" she mentioned. Ah but she was moaning again. Even for a brief moment the movements of the bed dipped and she found herself impossibly engaged. Every thrust was felt and seemed to be reverberating back into her body. A bit rough, but to be technical she enjoyed it that way. Another flourish would be gathered from this constant knocking against her farthest reaches without a single thought of pregnancy in mind. Just like the succubus was rape proof, it was also technically able to bend its own physiology as it liked, she couldn't get pregnant. Succubi took life essence for sustenance, her own womb as far as she knew, couldn't be used to nurture life to existence only to hold it to be fueled into her energy. Whatever the case, when she was filled once more she'd gently slip away. That flexible body of hers shifting into a split facing forward while Sir Cador was extricated from her depths. Once this was completed she'd slither away before presenting herself in a different matter. Her own spine bent at an insane arch leaving the swell of her hips in the air. She used fingers to part her lower lips revealing herself to Sir Cador. "Come on... I want it like this now~" she said offering the man a wink over her shoulder as the mattress gently waved her body about.

[Bloodedge]

Oh, Guinevere didn't dislike it, in her own words. How very vague. She may not have been keen on sharing the sort of intent she meant with those earlier words, but she was right in the end; that wasn't necessary at all. Matching the flirty tone Guinevere was content to carry on with, Arthur maintained his tone while stepping past her. A hand was extended along the way. Would she be taking it? Well, it was available regardless. "I suppose I have a few. And, since you like it, I suppose I'll keep it up whenever I'm feeling... full of intent," he proclaimed. The conversation was ongoing, but it appeared acceptable for the pair of them to visit this place called Maurenia. Arthur would eventually remember the name of that country, but damn was it strange to him. "A mage haven? That makes sense of why he thought I should tag along. My understanding of magic is still rather poor. If I didn't remember that meeting with Sir Dagonet earlier, I was going to ask you for a bit of guidance if you had nothing better in mind." Yes, that would have been what Arthur requested. Guidance in... magic. Certainly nothing else crossed the mind.

Emilia was presenting herself in a way that was strangely more honest than the norm, and that was saying something. Her mood was always clear as day, she'd never been an outright liar as long as Elyan had known her, but she was normally far too flustered in moments like these to just blurt out the truth before scurrying off. He supposed, after everything was said and done, she deserved as close as Elyan could get to equal honesty. "Well I'm not going to do something I don't want to do. You like it, so I'll do it to help you stay relaxed. It's what a knight does," he stated in a way that covered only the deepest truth of the matter. In all honesty, he was enjoying her reactions to this attention. That bit didn't need saying, certainly. In Emilia's mind though, something else needed saying─ or rather, asking. Was his mouth cold? What the hell sort of question was that? Reasonable enough at resisting reddened skin, even Elyan failed to keep it at bay fully. The slightest tinge of pink spread across his face, just under the eyes as he averted his gaze in a huff. "H-how should I know?! That's the strangest question I've ever heard!" he blurted out. The reaction was so sudden, so rushed, that it transferred directly to his body language. Those fingers upon Emilia's ears just briefly tensed, resulting in a momentary firmer grip.

Disbelief was another thing Merlin had once been adjusted to, and still saw through the eyes of his projection in the material world. He never expected that it would be seen on the feminine version of his own face, but it was a sweet treat indeed. "Who knows? It could be a special treat for you, Koko~♥ You've got me so riled up, it can't be helped if my excitement shows in every possible way~" the mage explained while this thumb rubbed along the lip that so recently swapped ejaculate for a line of fresh saliva. He could see, even feel the shifting of her legs. Merlin knew the cause; she was seeming more and more like a creature in heat, suffering an undying urge to be internally assaulted. "Come now, dear sister. I would never offer you so little while you are obviously in need. After you've offered me this body, I plan on using it until there's nothing left." Ah yes, there was a time limit on this creation of Merlyn's. If this clone had only a few hours of life in it, he had to take full advantage. Imagining that it was his living, breathing twin that he could save from desolation while relieving himself was nothing more than a dream he was content to live through, but alas... this was not truly her, and was instead a gift to be cherished and used until it no longer could be. It was a fine line to walk along, overall. "I'll ask you again, Koko. How accommodating are you?" he questioned while lowering himself into a sitting position, legs crossed. His arms were open as if offering the woman his embrace, but his erection was simultaneously throbbing and pulsing out a subliminal invitation to her loins.

Speaking of invitations, Cador was receiving one of a most devilish nature. He'd succeeded in depositing his seed where he felt it belonged at the time, only to immediately witness a showing of Merlyn's contortion ability. Even just watching that maneuver of hers was entrancing. What's more, she wasn't doing it just to readjust; she did it to remove him from herself while taking on a new position entirely. Somehow, comparing this moment of the sorceress bending over before him to the previous occurrence in her own chambers was like seeing the midday sun after a moonless night. Cador was blinded, stunned, and nigh speechless. The mattress causing her elevated backside to sway about had to be some form of hypnosis. Ah, he could even see the pink between her folds, since she was so kind as to spread those delectable lower lips. Was he meant to insert himself again, or was he meant to sit there forever and admire a sight too perfect for mortal eyes? "... Fuck." he uttered. This was simply too much to take in. The poor Spirit Knight felt literal pain, enough to wince from, by virtue of how much his manhood was swelling with sheer anticipation. Was the way of the succubus simply to pass one's own ravenous state onto another? If someone told him it was, Cador would currently believe every word. He couldn't resist moving forward; it was far too painful to be outside. All he could do to solve this issue, was shift forward with the wave of the water-filled mattress, grab Merlyn by the hips to steel himself at journey's end, and send his putz on a one-way trip to the deepest reaches of a succubus' flesh corridor. The deepest, most elated exhale passed his lips as he sat there and throbbed away. For a time, the only reason he moved further was because of the bed itself. . .

[Apollymi]

Arthur was strangely, a lot better at being flirty than she realized. He caught up to what she say and swaggered right along. He should definitely have a bit more faith in himself. A smile crossed Guinevere's face in the moment he finished up with the word intent. Moreover he stepped past her, and extended a hand, she'd take it while falling in line with him, offering a casual statement. "At your leisure~" she mused happily. Ah, this was developing nicely. The king was out of his room, being good company, and with a smile or two to throw around. As far as she could tell, he wasn't simply pretending to be alright... she couldn't be more pleased about the situation as a whole. As for Maurenia, "Yes, a haven like that should be visited by all mages at least once in their lifetimes. It definitely helps those who feel out of place or who have issues with control or need more specialized training. It truly is a great place," she mentioned nostalgia coursing through her veins. "You can always ask me anything you like Arthur, and feel free to use my wider breadth of magical knowledge whenever you like. There are very few things in this world I would find to be a better use of my time," she said in a surprisingly honest fashion. Aside from, Cador, Elyan, and Emilia... there were few others who could pull Guinevere's attention. Arthur could have all the rest, by a long shot... well aside from any mischief she aimed to dish out.

In the meantime Elyan and Emilia were having one of the longest conversations surrounding moments of physical contact they had ever managed. He was rubbing against her ears, and making strange sounds slip from between her lips. But just the same, he was here now and clarifying her recent statement about his actions. He would do it because he did like it, and because she did as well. It was his duty as a knight to help her? She didn't know if the current situation qualified as help. Emilia knew him well enough to know his words were hiding something, but they were also honest. She supposed he could keep what he wanted to himself. At the same time, she couldn't keep her curiosities to herself. And, Elyan answered in a way that implied he was flustered. Even a little pink appeared on his cheeks which even when he was huffy were normally colorless. He claimed it was a strange question and he didn't have an answer, but it was a rushed answer, way too open to interpretation, she had him. "Umphf..." was the first audible sound out of her mouth, it was definitely caused by that extra pressure to her ears, which came with a certain tingle felt between her legs. She'd ignore it though, if only to gain more even footing and maybe have her questions answered. "I saw that..." what did she see? Well that blush, which she brushed a thumb over as her hand moved once more. Her hand firmly in place on his cheek she stared at his face her gaze dropping to his mouth once more. He didn't know if it was cold as well? She had to know... "I'll find out myself..." she said leaning in to quickly press her lips against his. 'I shouldn't have done that.'

A special treat just for her? The clone of Merlyn didn't know if she could believe that, if only because Merlyn herself likely wouldn't believe that. At least, not at her current point in time. But given the quivering of her loins, she couldn't imagine a normal woman walking around after bedding her brother just for that. "But I haven't done anything..." she said. She really didn't get this strange infatuation her brother seemed to have with her, well aside from them sharing a face. That seemed to be a major sticking point for him, whatever the case, the thumb across her bottom lip gave her solace, what a comforting gesture to be offered. "Well, as long as you're still offering. It's not like I'm so weak as to disappear for nothing..." yes, that was Merlyn levels of sass. She did have a half life, but... it wasn't quite so short as Merlin imagined not that either of them knew that for sure. Merlyn's clone simply felt it in her depths, she wasn't going anywhere. Speaking of not going anywhere, the pressure between her legs and that tingling sensation weren't ones to deny. And he asked how accommodating she was, while taking a seat, his erection pulsing in his lap his arms open. What a strangely romantic position. "I said before, I can handle it..." she said in an almost pouty manner, but still she went to join him. Making very direct eye contact all the while after she managed to remove them from his loins. She lowered herself into his embrace, lowering her moist crevice onto his erection at a surprisingly slow pace. Each inch was being taken and felt throughout her nether and her body was being riled up even more. She was almost too hungry for such a position her body seeming to suck him in and enticing a long moan from the lass until she was settled into his lap.

Merlyn was leaving an invitation for Sir Cador. Her rear in the air, hips gently swaying the lips of her crevice spread for viewing. All so she could see what kind of reaction he would have. And here and now she was witnessing it. Not just by his seemingly star-struck appearance but also by his words. Well, that was wrong, it was a single word. A swear uttered in awe... when was the last time she heard something like that? She honestly didn't remember, but right at the moment she could swear a moment had never been better. That was the truth until of course, it reached a new level... "Oh? We've reached a new level of reaction today~" she mused, until... he reached her. She knew by the swelling of his loins that he was likely as crazed as she was now. She could tell by his movements he didn't expect this and she could tell above all else that he would do something interesting. What would it be? Well, her rear was in the air, her nether slicked and tingling in anticipation. How long would he take to insert himself into her? One forward wave in the water, would leave Merlyn to almost yelp as he buried himself within her depths. She wasn't always the type to finish from an entrance, but Sir Cador was learning today that she could. The entirety of her core wrapped tightly around him as she aimed to claim her next meal. It was so much in an instant. That elated noise didn't go unnoticed either, "Feel better now Sir Cador?" she asked of the man, a cheeky smirk on her face.

[Bloodedge]

Arthur's mostly successful flirting had no need of a rebuttal, nor was there one to it. Interesting; perhaps Guinevere's teasing side finally decided to take something of a break. He had indeed managed to overcome those odd familial issues of a few days prior, at least for a time. A trip that he expected to be on some sort of horse-drawn caravan would do him the world of good as well, at least by way of being a continued distraction. "Well I'm definitely out of place, I apparently have zero ability to control what I do, and one can never have too much specialized training," he surmised. With those positives being listed for Maurenia, he'd benefit greatly. Now then, Guinevere offered her assistance while claiming it to be an excellent use of her time, did she? He'd keep that in mind. "Willing to toss in a few crash courses along the way then, Guinevere?" the man asked. Little did he know, the 'caravan' Dagonet had been preparing for almost a week was of a magical nature─ a teleport magic set to function both ways within a certain window of time.

Elyan's mannerisms were never really going to work on Emilia, just as they wouldn't work on Guinevere. He might have known that, but if he did, he wouldn't let on any time soon. The girl's thumb became mobile to rub along his cheek, at which point he took note of a decreased temperature on the skin found just there. Why did her thumb have a lower temperature than his face? Damnit, he was showing again, wasn't he? One claim of 'I saw that' confirmed that he was. Sir Elyan thought to blurt out something else to divert the attention from his state of fluster, but Emilia had something else to say before he managed. She'd find out herself, she said. "You w─" And so, his lips were sealed with a kiss. He wasn't expecting that. It came so quickly, Elyan's eyes burst open and his breath caught in his throat. What a magnificent moment... or was it terrible? Damn it all, what did he want? Well... this, surely, but he had very different expectations if it ever happened.

The counterargument Merlyn's copy presented would only be met by a shaken head. "Never say those words to me, Junko. All you have to do, is be you. The entire world will be better for it," he claimed with more sincerity than he gave virtually any other situation. She simply wasn't grasping her own value, and knowing this, those heartfelt words were delivered with a glowing gaze. This was another message he intended to deliver Merlyn's true form, alongside quite a few others. Something interesting was stated by the half-life sorceress. She wasn't going to disappear for nothing? Those words weren't Merlyn's; they could only belong specifically to this projection. Was Merlin to believe he wasn't dealing with only a few hours of time? "Is that so? Well, Koko, do forgive me if I ruin you regardless. Just incase~" he said. Not having clarity in the amount of time this body would be on offer would not stop him from treating it as something finite. He was well beyond any thoughts of abusing it as a ragdoll from the opening moments, but he would never be beyond the thought of turning it into one with his efforts. She could handle it, she affirmed huffily. They would soon see about that. A post-orgasm incubus could be considered a starving beast offered only the smell of meat. As was typically the case with Merlin, his smile did not belie his intention. The body was gentle, while the libido was voracious. That long, slow descent Merlyn's copy took onto his girth would not end normally at all, as a result. It should be considered a danger if he reached the end of her. Such a thing was tantamount to the act of mating with an incubus─ an act powerful enough to shatter curses and consume mind, body and soul until the feeding was done. As his arms hooked inward to reach the woman's back, Merlin found himself wondering just how potent his suicidal sibling's will was.

A new level of reaction indeed. Cador was not one to swear freely, definitely not with any great amount of emotion behind it. In the moment of beholding, however, he couldn't think of a better utterance. He couldn't really think at all, at least about anything other than what he was witnessing. By the end of that singular thrust, Merlyn's orgasm thought to trigger Cador's own. Something was off, though. There was yet another spillage into her loins, but the quantity of it all seemed greater than even the normal amplified amount drawn out by the succubus. It seemed the entry alone was enough for him as well, regardless of the effect Merlyn's physiology had. Ah, he should take a moment; that one was potent enough to leave the male trembling in the aftermath. It could be said that he was indeed feeling better, if panting through an open grin was any indicator. "Haa... haa~... Merlyn, have I mentioned you're my favorite person lately?"

[Apollymi]

Arthur claimed he felt out of place, and wanted to learn more specialized skills. He made it sound like he really enjoyed the idea of on the job training. A chuckle escaped Guinevere as she nodded. "Yes, they can definitely help with that at least a bit. Though in general sabers don't always use magic the same way as everyone else... No need to feel out of sorts about it," Guinevere explained. Sabers and Lancers were less prone to being true magic uses and humans usually needed devices to channel spells. He had nothing to worry about, considering how new he was to the entire situation, he was well beyond normal. He went on to ask if she could give a few crash courses on their way to their implied destination. "I would be happy to give you an early lesson, if there is time. I suppose the use of your sword in Zuria is the highlight of your understanding?" she asked cheerfully. It was always good to get a baseline to help others, she was taught that by a certain alchemist. She also knew high tier magic users were not likely to show everything they were capable of, and she'd started to become skeptical of Sir Dagonet's 'caravan' by virtue of Arthur's lack of knowledge.

At the same time, a single moment of bold action was the highlight of Emilia's personality. She often didn't pursue anyone in particular. She didn't try to be overly aggressive or ostentatious. She was a simple girl, with honest and earnest behavior on her side. And as such, the kiss she planted upon Elyan was sort of a culmination of al of her personality traits. She wanted to kiss him, she wanted her curiosity answered and she wanted a slightly more honest bit of speech out of Elyan. Of course, she realized she wasn't likely to get the last. The feeling of his lips against hers, was calming and nice. Was it cold though? Emilia couldn't really be sure. Her own face was so warm... She wouldn't have liked sharing such a moment with anyone. Still it felt too impulsive for the type of person she was. Was this what happened when she didn't just flee? Her own heart had been beating fast this entire time, and the change in Elyan's countenance was noticed as well. She'd relaxed though, should she stop? Should she apologize? She wasn't really sure just yet but she also didn't really want to stop. Those lips were puckered and gently pressed against Elyan's, moving just a little, as nothing else had really changed meant presently she could accept this. Flustered though she might be.

According to Merlin, all his sister had to do was be herself, and it would be enough for the entire world. The woman known as Junko wouldn't have really agreed to such a thing... it was strange to hear him say. "I... don't know about that," she said softly. Why would he bother saying something like that? He was being so nice, and the clone was enough Junko to find that strange, did he feel like she needed to be coddled right now? She didn't right, well, she did but that wasn't the point. He also claimed he would be ruining her in the moment even if she wouldn't disappear, asking for forgiveness in advance. Now was the time for this Merlyn to say something pointed to her elder brother. "You can't ask for forgiveness before you do what's necessary to earn it," she muttered. Still here she was, sinking into his lap, feeling the most delicious descent. What was so great about this, it felt amazing, and once it was seated all the way within, she felt something like a fire ignite in her loins. "Aaaaah~ Why do I feel like this?" she moaned in the moment. She didn't really have time to think about it... she now felt the need to chase it... the end and orgasm she now rather desperately needed. Her hips began shaking rather shamelessly in his lap. Still she wouldn't stop herself, her nether was holding on within as she felt the most powerful burst of an orgasm she ever could have felt. She didn't feel anything else... just this, she was lost in this sensation, grinding herself against him as if her life depended on it.

Cador was swearing, Merlyn was properly predating, the world seemed to be spinning in a strange circle. It was nice, that serious filling sensation was beyond even what Merlyn herself had come to expect. It had the effect of making her feel even more charged than she had been feeling at the start. A wide grin was on her face as she felt the gentle trembles of the man behind her as only the bed seemed to be making them move a bit. In response to their recent finish he had only a simple question to ask, did she know she was Cador's favorite person? "Really? Sir Cador... I didn't know you picked favorites~" she mused cheekily. Her body began moving properly soon after, her hips pulling forward slowly before they slipped back with the same action. This motion was good, and enough for her to chase a new sort of sensation for a moment or two as she drew Cador further and further into her current desire fueled feeding frenzy.

[Bloodedge]

"I certainly hope so. Whether I have magical stuff going on or not, it'd be nice to know what I could be going up against in the future." Arthur thought not only of his development, but of his future encounters. From the looks of things, Sir Cador and Sir Dagonet were knights who could easily combat magical opponents with magic of their own. Arthur, however, did not plan on relying solely on them and the other magically-inclined individuals. He would rely on any teachings they had though. Guin was the best person to start with, he thought. She seemed the most capable of dumbing things down to a level he could fathom without in-depth knowledge of a video game. Her answer was odd though, considering what they were on their way to do. She'd give him lessons if there was time? They were going to be taking a caravan to another country, so why did she think they would be short of time? Unless... "Guinevere, are you insinuating something? If we're short on time during a caravan trip, a lot would have to be done along the way. Is there some plan in your head I don't know about?"

If nothing else, Emilia would be getting her answer. At least, one should assume as much. Elyan simultaneously received a direct boost to his heartrate, for both the best and worst reasons. On one hand, this was a magnificent turn of events. On the other hand, he didn't know how he was meant to react. Elyan hated the latter situation. Ah, but it was oh so worthwhile when the first was realization of his childhood fantasy. Eventually found it in him to relax. Elyan's hands loosened their hold on Emilia's ears, after which each palm was pressed gently against either side of her head. Lips that were otherwise held firm were relaxed for the first time in quite a while, even pursing against Emilia's after the passing of a few seconds. Apparently, this was fine. There was neither a need to stop, nor to apologize... though if confronted, Elyan was still liable to make up some nonsense reason for reciprocating. . .

Of course the sister of Merlin wasn't going to understand the purpose of his words. He was, in fact, being nice... but he was just as easily telling the truth. It was no act of coddling or conjecture, but a fact of reality that Merlyn would enhance the quality of this world with her nature alone. "Sorry, but your opinion on this matter is invalid. I'm invoking my rights as the elder here~" he declared. As for the ruining of the Merlyn projection, it was apparently unwarranted to preemptively apologize for the act. In response, Merlin snickered. She had a point, but he knew it was always possible that there was no room for apologies after the fact. "If you insist~♥" The copy's descent continued, much to Merlin's elation. His hands were crawling along her back all the while, fingers gently shifting and clawing against her skin as he resisted further delving into instinct. That could always come just a bit later, even though his nature was sinking its claws into Merlyn already. "You feel like this because I'm in the process of ruining you; didn't you hear? Tell me, Koko, do you want this? Or do you feel like you need it?" Merlin expressed this curiosity while his nails were officially beginning to scratch at the woman's back. Her movements implied the latter, but what he recalled of her demeanor would say such a thing wasn't possible. Alas, here they were, discovering new facts moment by moment.

On a journey of discovery just the same, were Merlyn and the Spirit Knight. Sir Cador was not one to choose favorites in any sense, whether people or otherwise. Merlyn, however, was shaping up to be his favorite everything. Surely that was an excusable exception to the norm. "That's my secret, Merlyn. I don't. You're just an enigma~" he claimed, exhaling deeply once more at the dawn of Merlyn's movements. Gasp though he might from the existing pleasure of that, Cador was no selfish individual. Merlyn obviously had a desire or twelve that needed fulfilling. She said she wanted this, so he had to do something. As such, Cador firmed his grip and thrusted his hips in harmony with the succubus' own rocking. Every forward movement of hers was to be treated as a retreat that could not be allowed, resulting in a forward lunge occurring by the time Merlyn was pulling back next. Combined with the waviness of the bed, there were numerous changes to the angle of this pivoting. Cador didn't experience this much of a withdrawal to each thrust during the previous experience. Perhaps this was the true glory of waterbeds?

[Apollymi]

Arthur insisted it would be nice to know what he could be up against in the future, even if he himself didn't have much by way of magical ability. This was a practical statement and one that Guinevere could definitely understand from all fronts. "That's sensible. But you've seen enough of this world and its people already just from what I've personally witnessed, that you can make a few conjectures can you, not?" she asked him most quizzically. At the very least, he'd seen, the difference between innate and activated abilities, like the difference between Kolin's Diamond form and a revealed Merlyn. Though he probably didn't realize it yet, Merlyn was actually quite a standalone mage, even in the face of other mages. The quality of her activated magical abilities was beyond what Guinevere had come to expect even from the most talented human mages. He's seen creations, general manipulations, barriers and there was his magic power infused holy sword. So... it was a decent enough base, and that was just from Guinevere's knowledge of things he'd actually seen. Arthur asked if Guinevere was insinuating something, if she had some ideas about the coming trip, given his own expectations of the trip length. "No, Arthur I am not insinuating a thing. But let me ask you something... in the world we came from what did science do? Not any specific branch either, but in general what is the purpose of science?" she asked. Such a question would seem completely out of line to some, but they were just speaking about magic, and one of the first lessons Guinevere ever received was from a person from their home world. That lesson was one she thought every person from their world needed, to put their new life into perspective for them.

Elyan was relaxing. The initial shock of the situation seemed to wear off and his hands relaxed upon Emilia's ears. They slid down to her face and he seemed to be... reciprocating? Elyan's temperament was very similar to that of his sister. He wasn't always an easy person to read, and he often explained things in such a way as to just be contrary. But Emilia had gotten used to that.. she could sort out the difference between the words he said and the ones he meant. At the same time, his reaction seemed to be more natural after a few seconds. Was it too much to assume this was okay? Was he simply allowing her to do this as a matter of her curiosity? Maybe. But was that alright? Emilia wasn't terribly sure of herself. Only her burning curiosity had pushed her this far, but... she shouldn't waste it right. If this was the only time she could kiss Elyan like this she should at least get her question answered right? Those cool hands on the side of her face, his soft lips meeting her own, another soft moan would leave her mouth her own lips gently parted. She didn't know how to take advantage of this situation... but she could at least enjoy it.

At the same time, Merlyn's clone was being vetoed about her opinion. According to Merlin, she couldn't speak on it, he was certain, so certain in fact, that he invoked his right as the elder to drown out her opinion. The strangest little smile crept on to her face as so many memories of similar situations showed up. "Hmpf, fine, but I reserve my right as the youngest, to pout about it..." she said almost instinctively. Oh... that was right. They were close siblings, twins... there wasn't a bond in their lives that existed which was stronger than their bond to each other. She should have realized this a long time ago, and considered it even as she sank herself down on his member. His fingers were moving along her back, giving her extra sensation even as her hips began to shake almost uncontrollably. Those little movements did plenty enough to encourage her further movement, not that she needed any. She wouldn't have stopped herself regardless at this point... it all felt too good. And when she asked why she felt like that...he asked her if she remembered what he'd said. He was going to ruin her, did she want this or did she need this? She considered that three separate answers, but while still looking him in his eyes she gave a rather simple answer. "Yes." she said. She did want this... but she also felt like she needed it. And in her own mind there was nothing wrong with that. She wrapped her arms around him properly now, still moving her own hips and hiding her face, tucked into the side of his neck she licked a line up, her hips constantly moving. She needed this and she'd take it! She'd take it even as another wave crashed over her, and her core tightened hard enough to feel it in her stomach. It knocked the breath out of her, had her breathing heavily into the right side of his neck and shoulder.

Merlyn's statement rang true. Sir Cador didn't choose favorites, but apparently she was his favorite. A favorite outside of other possibilities. How strange, normally when remarks excluded her from being along with a normal group, she felt a bit odd about it, right now, it shot her desire sensor through the roof. "An enigma me? I had no idea such a word could be applied~" she said though in several strange ways she meant that. "Still I could get used to being the Spirit Knight's favorite~" she mentioned with a cheeky smirk. Merlyn considered herself to be both normal and abnormal... enigma sounded like a word with too many positive connotations to be applied to her, but she still liked it as much as she liked the idea of being Sir Cador's favorite. And what else did she like? Well, her own movements were doing wonders, but Sir Cador had found himself enough to reciprocate her actions. Their movements happened in a strange rhythm, the waterbed contributing directly to their closeness during these movements. Each stroke gained extra sensation, his tool seeming to hit different angles at every push. This was partly the waterbed, doing what it was made for, creating rolling waves and rhythms for sexual endeavors. Those motions did wonders for the woman, ah... she couldn't remember a time when engaged in sex that it felt like this... the next wave of orgasm to hit her, caused literal vibrations throughout her person, her core practically milking the man behind her, dragging him in as her upper body arched up in appreciation.

[Bloodedge]

"I can," Arthur confirmed. There were a great many things he could assume, and even more he could come to understand with enough thought. "But, you were right as well. When I used Excalibur in Zuria, that was about the most I'd ever done. Well... I'd rather say it was one of the stronger showings of the only thing I've done for these past few months." Arthur gave a few additional moments of consideration to his battles thus far, and indeed, the only thing he'd ever done apart from swing that sword, was... swing it harder to release that glowing arc. He could at least use a bit of control over the one thing he'd been capable of doing, or perhaps... he could learn something new to accompany it. Time would tell, but first came a question of philosophy. Guinevere claimed there were no insinuations from her end, and brought up... science? "That's a very strange, random question. Hmm..." Odd though he thought the query was, he'd do his best to think over an answer. "Understanding, I'd say. I'm not really one for science, but I suppose the big deal of it was always something about... discovery?"

Allowance for curiosity may have been within Sir Elyan's repertoire, but it seemed he'd left that in his other tunic back home. Emilia would simply have to deal with the substitute of his own curiosities. What truly brought her to this point? One would be foolish to believe she actually wondered about the temperature of his mouth; that would just be downright childish. Surely then, there was a greater meaning. Yes, all of this must have been some elaborate setup leading into a single, shining moment that worked in Emilia's favor! She'd done all of this, all the way back to the shaved ice, just to kiss him here in this hall! And, and... Guinevere had been dragged into it on purpose! Oh, he'd show her. He'd show them all, starting with Emilia herself. He'd... he'd... take matters into his own hands, and take control of the situation! What would happen to her master plan when he pushed forward and met her lips with force? What a brilliant idea. He should have taken charge sooner, all to bring Emilia's plan to ruin with the power of his lips!

It wasn't Merlyn's right as the younger sibling to pout about his decision. In fact, it was his privilege to watch as she went on to prove him right in the end. That, of course, would only be an afterthought to watching that very same sister of his lose her wits piece by piece. Two sides of Merlin were active in this moment. On one end, there was something of a genuinely caring older brother. On the other end though, was an incubus who'd been on a diet for many human lifespans. One was likely to win in the end, but which? Currently, the latter was beginning to take charge. That much should have been expected, what with Merlyn's visage bouncing about on his groin like a madwoman wanting for nothing but the chase of endless orgasm. She'd get what she wanted eventually. He had half a mind to leave her senseless with only the thought 'more' left in her mind. If she had a different face, perhaps he would have already done just that. What more could he do when she gave the simple yet complex answer of 'yes' to his inquiry? He could definitely say that if she kept squeezing and licking his neck the way she was going, he'd forget all reasons to avoid doing so. "Poor Koko. We're still just starting, and you're already like this~" he teased. With that, and in the wake of another flourish of Merlyn's, the glow of his eyes was accompanied by a flex of the groin. It was no ordinary flex, of course, but instead more of an unnatural swelling and lengthening. Merlin had yet to move, but a slight shift to his legs set up the looming threat as he expanded within the woman. "I like it, though. You'll get yourself split in half at this rate~♥"

An enigma, yes. Of all the words in any and every language, that was about the only way Cador could accurately describe the sorceress succubus known as Merlyn. More so than ever, he believed there was no real way to properly quantify this one's existence, so... enigma. Something strange was occurring within the Spirit Knight as well. As Cador found a pacing to his pivoting hips, he found that ejaculation was soon to become something neither sought nor in the distance at all. He'd already been experiencing it essentially one after another, but after one came naturally in addition to that which Merlyn's body stole from him, there was yet another... and another. In the moment, it almost seemed triggered by the arch of Merlyn's back and the resulting alteration to the clutch of her insides, but no. What normally came as the experience of a few spurts followed by nothing, was now a seemingly endless series of gushes, as if he were being turned into some sort of sprinkler. "Merlyn, what the hell are you─" A question fell short by way of breath caught in the throat. Milking was about accurate at this point. With each thrust came another expulsion. It was like clockwork, again and again. The poor knight could hardly even see through it all, yet he was still going and going. . .

[Apollymi]

Ah, so it seemed Arthur did at least think himself capable of having a good line of thought about the things he'd already seen and done. This was good, obviously, it meant that she'd have to do less general explanation and could simply explain certain things as he expressed curiosities about them. "That's good. It means I can just clear up things surrounding those situations as you express curiosity about them," she said about his thought patterns. Of course, there was the matter of his showing of Excalibur, which he claimed was the strongest showing of it, he'd managed since getting it. A chuckle escaped her in the moment and she nodded. "Well, in fairness, intent has a lot to do with how magic manifests. Considering what Merlyn said about how Excalibur works, it can be assumed that the world wished for a greater outcome in that case and gave you greater power to show for it," she said drawing a natural set of conclusions. Moving right along there was a matter of philosophy, Guinevere had asked the lad about science because it was an important comparison to make, once it was fully understood what people used both magic and science for, it was a lot easier to explain all of the things magic was capable of. His answers to her questions were pieces, branches even leading towards the same thing, but... not quite there. She'd had similar and had been given a bit of knowledge she'd not considered before when she'd answered that way... "Yes, discovery and innovation are important reasons for science. But they are only a partial explanation... not the meat of the answer," she explained. She wouldn't leave him to ponder it too much, because it was meant for a general comparison. "Beyond innovation, imagination, and the thrill of discovery spurned on by curiosity, for most of humanity... science is about making life easier or more enjoyable. Finding easier ways to kill, easier ways to eat or more enjoyable things to eat, easier ways to move, easier ways to conquer even... magic should be considered the same way. Every spell, every branch, every strange occurance... is meant to necessitate the ease or enjoyment of something, for the mage who creates it, and any after who can use the same thing. Without overarching knowledge of that game or the systems involved in the world, that logic will help you most when learning and creating your own magic." Guinevere's explanation was pointed, and there was a reason for it. It was likely he was going to see such a thing in action very soon.

Elyan was apparently in crisis within his own mind. Even so he seemed to come to the right conclusion. Technically speaking, every action Emilia took today, was an aim to get closer to Elyan the White. But it wasn't malicious at all... she wasn't conniving or anything like that, she was simply a girl with a crush who took small actions to express it, before her feelings bubbled over in a strange moment. Still, the conclusion he came to, and his plan to ruin hers was... strange? Yes, that was the right word, and Emilia for her part in this would be none the wiser of his true intentions. His lips met her own with more power, and another small noise escaped her. Her body seemed to move of its own accord, when such a showing of interest was involved, she pulled the lad in closer, by slipping her hand around the back of his neck. If it was his plan to show her something, he could do so, Emilia's normal flustered state seemed to have been left in the kitchen, given her own actions since he'd appeared in this very hall.

Whatever was going on in Merlin's head, his sister's clone wasn't truly privy to, instead she found herself moving about in his lap to the point of her own climax and felt a surge of sensation at the same time. He could feel conflicted about how to treat this situation, but strangely, even now Merlyn had faith that he'd not abandon her to the curse of being something used and tossed aside. If he happened to do so, he'd do nothing but have proven right the misgivings the other one had in the first place. Her hips had been moving right up to the point that she felt strangely within herself. What was this? Added girth and length? No one behaved this way... well, she'd never actually had sex with an incubus before, she wasn't actually sure of what their physiology entailed. What she was sure of, was the amount of sensation she was currently being given, causing her to stop her motions against the side of his neck. Instead a hot breath danced across it and a melodic moan would find itself escaping her. His teasing words were almost missed entirely, but she still had something to say, "Umphf, no teasing Ichi-nii. You're doing strange things to me, the least you can do is take responsibility," she moaned crossly. It felt like she might have said that before, maybe? He even claimed she could be split in half as he finally seemed ready to move. Was she ready for that? Well the short answer was, yes. "We'll have to see about that won't we?" she expressed as a matter of cheeky curiosity. Most women wouldn't be moving about calling the bluff of an incubus, but Sakurai Junko, always had something sassy to say to any and everyone.

Merlyn's hip shaking movements seemed to have done the Spirit Knight in. Particularly, the idea that he was being milked seemed to have taking a question straight from his mouth by way of an extended breath. Something about this was an innately powerful sensation, it'd been quite a while since Merlyn flexed such undeniable power over a man. So long in fact, that she'd forgotten what it was to feel anything but guilty about it, until this point. "What the hell am I....." she gave pause with an upward inflection. Why be anything but the cheeky bantering individual she always was? "As a creature? Doing to you? Going to leave you with at the end of this?" she added a different list of things to the open-end of that question. Right now stealing the end of Sir Cador's clause, as well as stealing from him numerous emissions. This meal was divine, like eating a plate of fries... always ready to consume the next, always consuming the next immediately while they were hot and fresh. "You'll really have to be more specific Sir Cador, or I'll have no idea how to answer you~" she said. With her body already up and the arch in her back drawing in more and more from him, she couldn't help but feel empowered. She still hungered more and more than she ever had, but with Cador presenting her with all of meal she could ask for, she'd continue her work. All the while she was enjoying and taking, only taking... she should have felt worse about that given her own disposition, but, she was starved how could she do anything but take? A slight alteration was incoming as she forced herself upwards onto her knees placing her back against Sir Cador's chest, calming his exposed skin against her own. Like this, she leaned towards his face to offer a gentle flick of her tongue to his jaw, with the front of her body pressed against the headboard, she gave herself the ease of pushing back against him. This too she could enjoy, after claiming him so deeply she'd cause shallow more gentle strokes, and strangely she hadn't consulted him for his opinion even once during this interaction, was this what it was like for Merlyn to enjoy sex?

[Bloodedge]

Arthur did recall mention of intent having a great deal to do with the potency of magic, or at least the ability he was capable of using. Merlyn was the one who said that, as well as something else about Excalibur carrying the hopes and dreams of the world. Having this emphasized by Guinevere, Arthur was left wondering how he would actually manage to contain such a thing. A dangerous amount of power had been used against Kolin in Zuria, but it was not totally of Arthur's doing, so how was he supposed to apply less? Was there some way for him to affect the coalescence of humanity's wishes? He didn't have a clue, but one could always hope such things were possible. Moving on though, Arthur was soon to learn the true purpose of Guinevere's question about science. He'd been a bit off when it came to the point, but he supposed it made sense that science all boiled down to an easier lifestyle. At least, that could easily be said about scientific advancements. For magic to be the same was something interesting to know, but more important in Arthur's mind was mention of video game knowledge (or lack thereof) regarding Age of Eternity. "That does sound like a good way to think about things. Besides, I've seen the types who delve deep into game mechanics, and I just get the feeling that's not the sort of person I'd rather be. The people I strive to be like are a bit more... innovative." With that said, Arthur was mere seconds from being dumbfounded by the innovation of magic in this world. Only one more corner had to be rounded before the pair were in range of Dagonet and a few magically-inclined members of Loch Ness' population. There was a large circular pattern on the floor just beyond that final turn into the room inhabited by this group. Around that ring was a series of seven pendulums─ four of which pointed in a singular direction, while three which formed a triangle around the ring were all pointed inward. There was no shortage of magical energy around this structure, whether flowing outward or inward.

It was up for debate whether Sir Elyan's counterplan functioned as intended or not. What did Emilia think was happening? Well, clearly she was one-upping him with that hand against the back of his neck. No retreat then, eh? So... she was calling his bluff, and bringing into question his resolve. Well then, she'd be in for quite the surprise, wouldn't she? Elyan would not back down. No, he would take being locked in place while retaliating with the same! Fingers that were previously spread out on either side of Emilia's head were wrapped around the back in a matter of moments, ensnaring hair and engulfing the girl's cranium. If he couldn't escape, she couldn't escape! What's more, apparently Elyan hadn't shown enough of his ability. Was he bold enough to take an additional step? Of course he was! As if performing some act of territorial marking, Elyan loosed the damp muscle of his mouth once to stain the lip of Emilia with his essence. It was brief, but as intensity grew through their scuffle, that mark was sealed in place with another press of his lips. Ah, sweet satisfaction. Elyan could experience the clutches of arousal taking hold of him from this act alone... or, just maybe, it had nothing to do with that at all. . .

Faith was a good thing for the clone to have. Merlin himself had no such faith, truly possessing no worldly idea how he would treat the situation from one moment to another. In a way, this was something refreshing, exciting, and even somewhat frightening. Interestingly enough, Merlyn had nothing resembling fear─ it wasn't even possible to confuse her sudden reaction to his shifting anatomy as such. She even had something to say, and oh what a familiar sentence it was from her. "So you do remember. I was wondering. Earlier, it seemed you didn't want me taking responsibility at all... or even entertaining the idea that I did any 'strange things' to you~" Merlin bantered. Those very same words had indeed been spoken before, thousands upon thousands of years ago in another corner of reality. Whatever the case, since she was willing to offer such cheek, he could show a bit of something as well. The sorcerer leaned forward, pushing against the woman in his lap. It seemed for a moment that the pair were floating and rotating in unison, until Merlyn was left flat on her back. He'd proceed to apply his weight to the underside of her legs, pushing against them while delving deeper still into her core. This was going to quickly become a bit sloppier, yet there remained a strange amount of eye-contact all the while.

The Spirit Knight's mind had all but collapsed under the pressure of his experience thus far. Was it over? Would it ever be over? Did it have to end at all? The questions in his mind had no end, much like the apparent lack of finality in his stamina at the time. Now then, what was that spoken question supposed to be? He was sure it had an end, but it was also nowhere in sight. No matter. Merlyn could carry on taking all she liked, and then some at the current rate. Sir Cador wouldn't complain once, just as he wouldn't/couldn't stop the movement of his hips. "I don't think it needs much answering, Merlyn. I've... already forgotten the rest," he panted. "Try again when I have a semblance of wits about me." Danger was the only thing Cador was still approaching by now. He wasn't reaching his end; he was living through the moment as it stretched toward eternity. Merlyn's movements placed their torsos parallel to one another while her mouth found his face, and all the while, Cador could only think to keep moving. Well, that wasn't entirely true. He did have something else resembling a thought, but even that only led to the act of grasping Merlyn's torso and holding it steady against his own. His movements suffered in the strangest way as a result─ reduced to nothing but a pivot of the hips. Alas, there were still the beneficial additive shifts coming by way of the bed's oscillations, so... perhaps there was still something going on.

[Apollymi]

Apparently Guinevere's words to Arthur made sense to the young king. He even made the claim that he wasn't the type to focus on game mechanics. His words were interesting to a certain point, he claimed that he wished to follow innovators. Ah, he must mean his sisters... that was the only thing which could make legitimate sense. "Good, those who focus too much on game mechanics tend to hurt themselves not realizing they must deal with strain on their actual bodies," she said, regurgitating a fact she'd once been given by Nerys, who had apparently in her youth dealt with healing people with those sorts of problems. As they rounded the corner, Guinevere took in the look of something interesting... ah, this was one of those things you didn't see very often, a circle for transportation. Her brows raised gently as she wondered over this method of transportation specifically about how it would work at getting into Maurenia. "This took a lot of preparation, I can tell. You could have gotten more help you know, Sir Dagonet..." she mentioned casually. "You do know Maurenia is surrounded by a barrier right? You wouldn't really want to get tossed into it..." she said as she studied the sets of crystals still apparently hand in hand with Arthur. Ah, such a thing had completely slipped her mind. Was that comfort?

It seemed this dance between Elyan and Emilia was escalating. As she grabbed onto the back of his neck, he grabbed on to hers as well. Tingles spread throughout her head and scalp, she was admittedly lightheaded but not in an unpleasant way. More pleasantries were to come it would seem, as Sir Elyan's tongue reached out brushing against her bottom lip as well. 'REALLY?!' the thought was practically pounding in her head. Surely, this wasn't just some tit for tat, situation. He couldn't actually be just getting back at her for some ill-conceived slight? They weren't fighting of this she was sure. They were... locked in a battle just the same though. That sensation across her lips, the forceful meetings of their mouths, this was all almost too much for Emilia. If she thought too much about it, she might actually pass out from overstimulation. She didn't want to fight more though, she wanted... to enjoy it. She couldn't stop the movements of her lips as contact was made, and those small sounds rose from a place in her throat only to be trapped against his lips. Her body was soon found, pressed against his, she couldn't help but move closer, fingers dancing along the back of the lad's neck as she continued. When would it stop? Surely he didn't actually want this... the same way she did?

Speaking of unsure interactions, the one taking place in Avalon between Merlin and his sister's clone was such a thing. He didn't know how he would behave, and she, seemed to be remembering truths previously buried. He bantered with her, teasing her lack of memory and her previous ignorance, feigned or otherwise of this very situation. She hadn't wanted him to take responsibility, he still didn't really understand what that meant. "I remember everything..." she said succinctly. "Now is now... you did this, you're responsible," she stated as if it was a sound bit of logic. It was the truth, even after thousands of years, she hadn't actually forgotten anything. Keeping the proper distance and sibling relationship between them had been harder to do than she would have realized. The space between them over millennia might have let her keep it, if life hadn't left her experiencing the most extreme of withdrawals. Just like taking a drug, a single taste was enough to send her spiraling out of control. She was already so lonely, it was obvious she'd never actually get the happiness she sought, and with an endless life, why did it matter if she accepted this? If there was nothing else for her, then it wasn't a problem right? Ah, this was the logic of someone without an out, an emotionally damaged girl seeking anything that didn't simply add the guilt of another existence to her consciousness. She was escaping, into the loins of her brother as he escaped into hers... just like old times. They rolled eventually, her legs going back without even the slightest bit of discomfort. Flat on her back, this version of Merlyn took repeated pushes forward, more deep dives into her core. She moaned at the attention and she appreciated it, even as it ate away at her soul. Right at the edges, of their constant eye contact, a battle was taking place between her knowledge and the moment. But how sweet, right just now, the moment was winning as her body tightened around him, as those deep pushes shoved her towards the abyss, she could forget all things, for now. The blankness developed in those glowing sclera, she could almost do it, while surrendering completely to that sensation...

At the same time, Merlyn was experiencing exactly what she'd prefer. Someone else whose body gave to her all the things she needed. Sir Cador didn't seem to have any more control than Merlyn herself. His hips chased movements, while his mind seemed to lose track of anything that it deemed unimportant. He wanted to be asked this question later? Those glowing eyes of Merlyn's shifted to her side to look at him. "Oh, we're making a lot of assumptions that I'd make a marked effort to see you with wit again, Sir Cador~" she bantered cheekily. The shift she'd presented in position, left him pivoting into her from below, the gentle shift of the bed, being one of the main factors of his movements. How nice. Just a little movement against her walls at a gentle placing would just as easily help her reach fruition. If she was being honest, she didn't require much right now to desire a claim of satisfaction. She moved her own hips as well, she clutched at him internally while he knocked her around this way. He was also holding her, by her torso clutching onto her seemingly without much thought, but it was exactly the right thing to do. She pecked the side of his face as a follow up to her previous lick, at the same time, she reached climax and moaned her finish. Still more... what more? A shift, gentle though it might be, she pushed backwards against the man aiming to send his back against the waving mattress. She'd dislodge him only momentarily while hovering over him. Another new view was offered, as Merlyn sank onto Sir Cador's manhood backwards, lodging him within her person, at an angle previously unexplored.